Trees
By Susan L'Heureux
Ohio — 2005
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By Pat Gallagher
We are sitting in the living room, the late afternoon sun making its way toward the horizon, casting a warm glow on the walls. My son and I have been chatting, catching up on family news. He is about to leave when we are startled by what sounds like an escalating argument on the street below.
The Holdup
By Robert Yoder
“What children of a marriage rarely witness is the nature of the love that brought the whole thing – themselves included – into being in the first place.”
– William Trevor, May 1993, New Yorker Magazine
When Elvis Came To San Diego
By Sharon Doubiago
Hey Jess, me and you
We’ll swallow the light on the stairs
I’ll fix up my hair, we’ll sleep unaware
Hey Elvis, it’s lonely, come home.
The Wild West Of My Dreams
By David Schweidel
El Paso, Texas is a brown town, the brown of mountains, the brown of desert, the brown of skin and earth and muddy river. When I arrived in El Paso as a five-year-old in the summer of 1959, I wanted to see that river, the famous Rio Grande. I’d seen it in movies, glorious cowboy movies with majestic vistas and mighty, rushing rivers, silver water sparkling in the sun. I wanted to see the river and the mountains and the horses and the cowboys. I wanted to see the Wild West of my dreams.
Untitled Letter To Jabari
By Jerry Gray
Note October 31, 2017
On The Road
By Jerry Gray
I always associate being on the road with escape, with going some distance or journeying to an unusual destination. I don’t think of going to a local place as being on the road.
Adam – a memory
By Marion Bar-Din
My memories of Adam remain strong even now, for he brought the war into our family. As I recall, Adam came to us when he was thirteen, from a displaced persons’ camp in Europe, to our large extended family in a central California valley town. We were four families, living less than a mile apart—three older cousins, seven cousins all about the same age—and then Adam. The war with Germany had just ended and the horrors of the concentration camps were just being unveiled; those places that had names which sounded so harsh and strange: Buchenwald, Auschwitz. It was from one such camp that Adam emerged a survivor.
Puppy Love
By Peggy Phillips
You know how they say that some people start to look like their dogs, or maybe it’s vice versa, that the dogs look like their owners? There was once a whole advertising campaign for dog food, I think, showing dogs and their owners almost looking like twins. You know what I mean; the tall, thin woman with lanky long hair and her afghan hound, the small woman with short blond, curly hair, lots of jewelry, and her blond toy poodle with its rhinestone collar and maybe a fur coat, Winston Churchill and a bull dog. I think you get the idea.
The Boats and the Waters
By Gerald Gray
I think I know where the boats came into my life, that is—the love of them.